From the top of the gray tower, which offered a view of the entire island, a new detail became apparent — a dark dome covering the far part of the island, which had not been there a few minutes earlier.
Both the Silver Beacon and Mona were seeing this for the first time, but they both immediately sensed the ancient aura of the White Spire. It was not as powerful as that of the Silver Beacon, for the White Spire had long since perished, but its depth and age were clearly on another level.
"What is this...?" Bertrada muttered with a tremor as she looked at the dark dome. "Is there something left of the White Spire on this island? But what is its purpose?"
Step.
Mona stepped forward as her large eyes darkened.
"Mistress... I think there is no change in this."
"Agh? What are you talking about?"
Whooooooosh.
